The carcass of my subliminal words echo through smoke filled corridors... it is an intricate dance where the subjective yearning of broken hearts and confused minds labor.
This is the food of the poet, deep emotion transcribed through longing, like the kiss of a long lost lover... feeling her... almost touching her... but she is gone.
So you wake up to sorrow and tend the flames of the candle of your heart, feeling her... but she is a ghost... you pray tomorrow she will come... the inspiration of a lovers heart, yearning to be touched. Dancing back and forth in this mired dungeon, from the window to the wall. Wondering if there are any roses in your garden that you could pluck for her before the seasons wilt young virulent life.
The life of a heart bleeding for seasons long passed when the dreams of champagne lips was the promise of tomorrow's wedding... When you find that you married the broken shards of a schizophrenic mind. That your wife has danced away and all you can do is to curse the wind that whispers of her a thousand miles away.
But maybe tomorrow, when you tend the flames again... the wind carries memories of new beginnings... maybe tomorrow, holding hands with a lover's shy smile... maybe tomorrow, she will let you begin again. We are in love with the seasons and dark winters eventually fade to spring.

Silent currents softly swirl
Around tree scented salty tears
Flowing forth from freshened forest
Awash from Summer’s seasoned years
Sunlight filtered through high branches
Causes mist to rise and glow
Gleaming in the golden fern
Drifting ghostly disappearing
Winsome weather wafted waves
Waking woods on Wednesday morning
Pauses kissed and shed of woe
Friendly forest fantasizes
As the life form warmly rises
Faerie elves and dwarfing dragons
Drift away in morning dew
Clarity of dawn is breaking
In the awesome reawakening
Another day is here anew
To spend in joy with you

Time to let this go
The things you do
The things I know
The things that hurt me too
These years
So many tears
I cannot go on
This battle is never won
For there shouldn't be a war,
between two.....................
This irretrievable flaw
For beauty inside,
takes time to find
Sometimes not at all
I cried
Trying to reach your mind
My heart to fall
This flaw
The heart you tore
The things you show
The things you know
The things you haven't given
I have forgiven
These years
So many tears

(W)- A real woman knows that the wages of sin is death so she is not concerned about the wages of a real man, because money comes and goes like day and night; but true love comes just every blue moon. A real woman isn't loud and doesn't have to be the center of attention. Money is a gold-diggers virtue, while patience is a real woman’s virtue. A real woman is always wary of the image she displays to the world because she knows her children are watching her every move. A real woman’s wisdom comes from the teachings of her elders and the experiences and hardships life brings. A real woman is the wings that help a broken man learn to fly again. When you become the object of a real woman’s affection, winning is the only option.
(O)- A real woman’s main obligation is to better herself, before she attempts to become someone’s better half. A real woman is very obliged with all that God has blessed her with. When a man takes a real woman for granted, she makes up her mind to put him away into oblivion. A real woman is use to jumping hurdles because overcoming obstacles in life keeps her on the right track. A real woman doesn't spend her time worrying if failure is around the corner, because she occupies her freedom chasing her dreams in her most comfortable running shoes. A real woman is a hopeless romantic ready to be wooed with an odyssey of love with a real man by her side.
(M)- A real woman’s presence is magnanimous and captures attention because of the poised and elegant stature of her classy nature. A real woman is like the magnet of ecstasy. All women don't attend college or hold prestigious employment, but for many being the Valedictorian of mothers everywhere is the major of their lives. A real woman respects the art of marriage and believes in monogamy. A real woman’s life is the motion picture of sophistication. The mythology of a woman began within a man’s ribs and ends in the beat of his heart.
(A)- A real woman sticks to her man like glue and never abandons his side. A real woman has the ability to do anything a man can. A real woman has the power to fill the abyss of a man’s pains with joy. A real woman prays with her other half because faith is the key of remaining on one accord. A real woman will amaze you with the way she adapts to changes in her ambiance. A real woman is the architect of her own destiny.
(N) A real woman needs a man to understand and love her for everything she is and for everything she is not because a good support system is a leading factor in longevity within relationships. A real woman is the nexus between love and happiness. When you converse with a real woman you will realize that she is nimble with her every response. No man can ignore the nymph of a real woman, because it is in her D.N.A to be notable.

Life is a many things
Sometimes life is a dark tunnel,
But every tunnel has a light at the end
I will be your lantern to guide the way
Cling to me and I will keep you from the darkness
Life is a giant battle.
I will be your shield and spear
Your spear to pierce through the horrible people
Who want to harm you,
Your shield to protect you
From the battles you cannot win your self
life is many things my dear
But I am here,
For you to use, to cherish, and love.
Life is many things my dear.
But you are not alone.
I am here.

She Was For Him.
She knew no one else
desired no one else
required no one else
She was for him.
Her interest never wandered
cared not who or whom was
also astounded by her beauty
never cared to do more
than look her best - just for him
whomsoever caught a
glimpse by chance
would find her eyes
gazing up at him.
She was oblivious to better
looking on lookers,
that stared and drooled;
Her body was for him
only for him. He knew this
and he gave her the world.
Because he was also
made just for her.

My Promise To You
as long as I stand
I promise you I will always be your man
as long as I stand
I will be standing by your side
you are my wife my bride my life
as long as I stand
I will protect you
from all harm
just hold onto my arm
we will walk togeather side by side
into the sunset
the sunset of our years
I may loose my hair or have it all turn gray
or gain a pound or two
but I will look at you with all my love
I will always see you as beautiful as you can be
as the day you gave yourself to me
never will I look at or desire another
that’s the way I was raised
like my father looked at my mother
as long as I stand
I promise you I will always be your man
you can depend on me
Dennis Davis
March 2, 2013

There's an old English song called All Jolly Fellows That Follow The PLow. The tune works fine as is for the chorus and with the verses if the tune for the 3rd and 4th lines is repeated for th 5th and 6th. Well, it works for me but my singing has never been much hindered by tunes.
It was after that big game one long gone September,
the score line was one I’d like not to remember,
in a small Richmond pub not too far from the ground,
we all settled down with our sorrows to drown.
We were well on the way, as were most of the crowd,
when in came a young pedlar a shouting out loud.
Sausages, sold by the yard or the pound!
Get a fresh sausage, the best to be found!
It’ll make your wife happy of that there’s no doubt,
with her very own snag she won’t need to eat out.
Cried the barmaid, “How many do I get to a yard?”
“Madam, four if they’re soft or three if they’re hard”
She felt for the soft ones cos she wanted a lot,
but the more that she squeezed em the harder they got.
She found not a sausage was e’en a bit soft
so she told the young pedlar to go get far offed
Sausages, sold by the yard or the pound!
Get a fresh sausage, the best to be found!
It’ll make your wife happy of that there’s no doubt,
with her very own snag she won’t need to eat out.
Said the pedlar, “Why madam no need to be rude.
And in fact what you told me was verging on crude
But you don’t look so bad for a foul mouthed old sow
so step on outside, if you like, with me now.
If you play your cards right I might squeeze your left breast.
If I find I like that I might squeeze all the rest.”
Sausages, sold by the yard or the pound!
Get a fresh sausage, the best to be found!
It’ll make your wife happy of that there’s no doubt,
with her very own snag she won’t need to eat out.
Said the barmaid to pedlar, “You are a right jerk,
I’m a barmaid and never do mission’ry work.
But if you're near to the shops and you buy me some eggs,
I might squeeze that there pimple you’ve got ‘tween your legs.”
Then she said something that made the whole crowd guffaw,
“And will you stop off at home and please check the back door?”
“
Sausages, sold by the yard or the pound!
Get a fresh sausage, the best to be found!
It’ll make your wife happy of that there’s no doubt,
with her very own snag she won’t need to eat out.
For Cyndi MacMillan's pub song contest

The absence of touch attaches itself
To the narrow whisper of his heart beat.
Footprints echo in loving embrace
Of his fathers mummified conscience
There are memories that rise like the sun
On days when the leaves aren't kept
There are days when the rain won't come
All he wants to do is look outside And see him starring back.

Not Homeless,
Im ok babe currently,
When my wife run off with wife stealin cousin Wayne,
she thought about it once again,
and to me a letter wrote ,
gave me her house,
she gets my vote,
My sweet Christine,
sublime....

She said it, yesterday,
That she is in love
With a
Wonderful
Wondrous
Resourceful
Reliable
Happy
HOT
Man
Ironically, it did not breed in me
A feeling of:
Resentment nor
Ravenous-ness nor
Jealousy nor
Jeopardy nor
Betrayal nor
Bitterness.
Because I was the other man
A transformed soldier of my wife

Like a Spring Blossom
Ever changing
Sits at my side, loyal
and cherished
‘Til Summer then Autumn
and Winter again.
Year followed by year
To spin our Gold
and you, a Rose
forever blooms
and I, the branch
to support your
sweet bouquet.

MY LIFE , MY WIFE.....
Glenda I need to ask you to listen.
You need too hear what I have too say.
Here goes nothin, I need all ur attention when I tell you this...
everyday spent with u is always a blast an adventure, always something new. Never a dual moment,
No matter what we do... Its simply amazing
Filled with everything I need to put a smile on my face
I'm so glad I have found someone that, I can do anything in the world with an share my dreams my life an my love I have too offer.. Its simply amazing I dont think I could be any happier .. .
The words I speak right here r 100% true
An I speak them from with in..
An I want you too know
Ill thank you, for everyday,
Every year, an the moment to moment we share.
U make my heart feel whole,
My breathing easy
Comfortable in any situation..
And that's all hard too do.
This I know ...
An my thoughts well there all about you,
The feeling I have when u hold me.
This next one is my favorite part.
The way ur da last person I see
Before I fall asleep n the first person I see when I awake..
Things such as theses I cherish...
And i wanted you to know...
An you ask me why I love you,
These are a few things you do that make me love you.
An I know in my heart you cherish just the same...
An there's more to say but
I cant find the words to explain..
But i just want too simply say
Thank you for putting ur faith in me,
An marrying me that day...
My heart is i ur hands...
I trust you, n I love you more beyond belief, your my everything....
my fairy tale ....
My happy ever after
My wife...

The morning sun crests the auburn sky,
The green grass glistens with dew;
The lover sits and ponders why,
should give the heart for True;
And when the sun looms high,
The morning dew be gone;
The lover bids the heart to sigh,
should two become as one;
The sun to set in yonder west,
as dusk the moon shall rise;
The lover seeks to find the best,
untainted heart, to tell no lies;
The stars have scattered in the sky,
The moon has settled in;
The Lover waits and begins to cry,
for fear they will not win;
And soon the night be done,
and the morning crests again;
The Lover sees that special one,
And happiness sets in;
The sun will set and rise,
and the tides will ebb and flow;
And the Lovers be together wise,
Until there breath doeth go.

Once in a land full of life
At least that's what I was told so
There lived a happy man and his wife
Who smiled and watched the birds go
One day as they were watching the birds
The old man had flipped his hat
For he had said only a few words
And it was that he could fly like that
The wife then began to frown
For the man had simply gone mad
So she got ready to leave the town
Which made the cheery guy sad
He swore to her that he would fly
So the wife had grabbed her things
She opened the door and said bye
And when she left, the man sprouted wings
A few years had come and gone
The wife grew old and watched time pass
One day when sitting, she heard a song
That sounded from her fifth floor window glass
'my love,' it said, 'I now have wings.
my love,' it went on, 'I wish you would see me fly.
my dear, come look at me, drop your things.
I wait by your window, perched in the sky.'
The wife got up and looked out the pane
She froze at the sight she had saw
Her husband flying, or was she insane?
He smiled at her dropped jaw.
'My love, come with me. Fly in the sky.'
'I can't,' she shook her head
'oh come on. climb out. I promise you won't die.'
So she climbed out, and was never seen again.
(this is fictional)

Love's undeniable journey
explores all life,touches an
amazing earth only you and
I can share between time.
All ups n' downs come with
Fortune n' price, but together
We will shatter a mountain of
Rock.
A place we can go hide closely
cuddled cave, against the
Closure of your misled arms,
Wrapped tightly around a spin
Of Saturn's that ring me.
As Pluto's fire, breaks guard
closer to the sun.....Where GOD
GAVE ME YOU] And an UNchained
melody to sing.

God simply made man and woman
to be together for the rest of their lives...
it's a blessing this heedless world
has not fully known;
and it's so rare nowdays
to see two people in love,
and promise each other to be faithful!
Is that all so impossible?
Real men don't cheat on their women,
real men give their whole hearts full of gold
to those who really love them;
I've come to know a good man
who did just that for his woman,
and he still loves her although she's old!
Unfaithful men, would you rather have
an unhappy home or feel a joy
as sublime as the sunrise in glory?
Untrustworthy men, give up what you crave;
you can be the strongest man on earth,
and still can't stop the tears gathered inside!
Real men don't cheat on their women,
real men adore and cherish them 'till they're gone;
to be beside them and share a lovely dream,
to console and encourage them when they're weak!

If I had known how much I would
Have missed her when she left,
I would have thought of deaths embrace
As robbery or theft.
If I had known how much I would
Have missed her when she died,
I would have prayed dear Jesus please
Take me, but I just cried.
WHY DID SHE HAVE TO LEAVE ME!
WHY DID SHE HAVE TO GO!
WHY DID SHE HAVE TO DIE MY LORD!
WHY I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW!
She died so very suddenly
We did not have much time,
Though from the very day we met
I knew she would be mine.
I loved her yes with all my heart
I prayed for her in life,
I prayed each day she would be blessed
I prayed she'd be my wife.
So lovely,tender,pure and free
I treasured all her love
She stored up for only me
This lady, was my dove.
Now I am left to wonder God.
Now I am left to pine.
Why did she die first Lord
Now when will come my time.
For fifty years in marriage
Our hearts did intertwine.
She now has left to meet you God.
So very little time.

WHALING SHIP CAPTAIN"S LOVER part 3
Now Jorgie met a new love
He begged to make her wife
First, they’d fetch her small boy
to start a fresh new life.
So East they went to Minot
To find her cousin there
But when they came to his big house
His smile for them was spare.
The cousin was not happy
To relinquish that fine boy
He said his wife would waste away
Without her greatest joy
And Jorgie, solemn, studied them
The woman and the child &
Wept with great compassion
Her broken heart ran wild.
Determined to do justice
Twas no one she could blame
Jorgie hugged the boy good bye
Her soul in raging flame.
She bid the woman love him
And tell him she was aunt
And with her newfound husband, John,
Departed pale and gaunt.
Now John, he was a good man
Who worshiped his new wife
They agreed to keep a secret
About her former life
And so away the years passed
Son came after son
Jorgie had a fresh life
They built a solid home.
Each month she mailed the letters
To the ‘cousin’ in the west
She parceled up the photos
true siblings in their best
But Sadness haunted Jorgie’s eyes
She tried to hide it well
But her husband knew her---
She had him in her spell.
So sad she was and so forlorn
He needed to confide
To someone who could help him
to cheer his cherished bride.
And so he told his sister
His wife had longed to see
From her past her loved ones---
Her own sweet family.
So sister Lena planned a scheme—
For Jorgie wild and free
the gift would be a great surprise
And John he did agree.
They would take the children
Aboard the westbound train
Jump the train at Minot
To see the boy again.
Wait they must til autumn
For Jorgie twas the best
In May would be a newborn babe
Nuzzling at her breast
Then hit the plague of ‘17
Entire towns were dead—
And in their midst was Jorgie--
With her newborn-- cold, in bed.
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Note: Jorgie : (pronounced Yor’ gee) was a nickname
Her name: Sena Jorgine Larsen
My father’s mother. The baby named Clara. My was nearly 4 when they died. His father, John Anderson—Jorgie’s husband , never remarried. He lived to be in his 70’s. His sister, my great aunt, Lena Anderson Hildebrandt, told me this story in 1971.
PS THERE IS ANOTHER PART TO THIS IF ANYONE WANTS TO READ IT LET ME KNOW. I DON'T WANT TO BORE ANYONE TO DEATH! vat

Oh, Let’s get married in a white chapel
sip coffee, listen to blues
and read morning’s headlines.
Let’s get married in white chapel
Live in a brick house, build a picket fence
and watch the good neighbors stroll by
Cause he’s something to look at
Can pick him out from bustling restaurant
just by his gait
Cause he’s something to look at
got a wide mouth, gaping grin
always fashionably late.
When he’s nervous,
his posture is fleeting.
it’s unfitting,
because he’s got the world together.
When he’s nervous,
his words
string together like magnets
across a refrigerator door.
But then-
I’ll say something ‘bout my world views
and you’ll suddenly deliver the quickest line
and I’m laughing
finally i’m light
Oh, Let’s get married in a white chapel
sip coffee, listen to blues
and read morning’s headlines.
Let’s get married in white chapel
Live in a brick house, build a picket fence
and watch the good, good neighbors stroll by

Near an Arkansas town lives a man, Truman Brown
in the steep Ozark hills we call home.
Lack of yield from the earth takes its toll on his psyche
and he dreams of the freedom to roam.
His kids work by his side with their mom, a sweet soul.
None suspect devil traits from his bent.
Though his anger inside swells each day like the tide,
he displays not a clue, seems content.
But his heart harbors wrath as he plows rocky land,
and parlays to destroy spirit's peace.
In the dark of his mind reason leaves, hate evolves
for the one he needs most, seeks release.
He quick-steps close behind his wife's chair and pretends
as he bends for a kiss from her lips.
He withdraws wicked blade, slits her throat ear to ear
and her blood streams below, scatters drips.
In her panic and fear, she jumps up, tries to flee
but soon wanes, buckles down on the lawn.
Children scream, race about, overwhelmed by the threat
and retreat behind doors, deadbolts drawn.
But her stout eldest son runs outside to her form,
cradles her in his arms as she dies.
Siblings hide from the blade daddy holds at his side;
he stands mute and stares out through dead eyes.
Dalton turns upside down in the blink of an eye
with the horror of murder so vile,
and the news people race to report sad details
as police chase him down by the mile.
On his mad day in court, all the stores close their doors
o'er the deed of this man, Truman Brown,
while the judge has him bound and declares him insane
but the tale still goes 'round Dalton town.

My love, come marry me, and be
My wife forever, and we will
Cherish and treasure each others
Company and compassion eternally.
And we will sit and watch as other
Couples try to Follow and strive to
Have a Loving marriage and
Relationship Like ours.
And I will make life as unsurpassed
As I can, I will bring you more love
And happiness then you could ever
Conjure in your peaceful mind.
I will give the finest vows with the
Most trustworthy words on our wedding
Day, my love for you princess is true and
It will shine though on this very special day.
I need a women with your prestige and
Beauty and it will always be my duty
To be there for you in every stumble and
Tumble you may come across.
My heart would be complete if I had the
Chance to be your husband, and you would
Never have to worry about any thing again
Because I would always be there to lend a hand.
These words on this paper are my heart and souls
True feelings. With every word you read I truly pray
That you will be my wife and true love forever someday.

WHALING SHIP CAPTAIN’S LOVER
(Part 2 of 3)
Now Jorgie was a fierce one
Widowed ‘fore she wed
The object of her passion
A Sea man lost and dead
Jorgie had a small lad
Swaddled piece of sun
And her lovers parents
Coveted this tiny life begun
They didn’t care that he was born
Before the two were wed
They claimed that he was theirs now
A whaling lad- True bred.
The parents of the lover
had an only child
On his death they lost their hope
Twas like a dream defiled.
Jorgie begged her father
"Keep us out of sight!"
But her father made a traitors deal--
Oft Gold dissolves what’s right.
She quickly packed her bag
And off the two did fly
She sold gold jewelry and fine clothes
And kissed her land good bye
Upon a third class ship
She bought a third class bed
The sickness hit her in a storm
She puked until she bled…
Spring Winds they blew black fierce,
the poor men all were cursed
The scurvy struck them all
There was no last or first
The ship was tossed --the wind blew bad
A wretched ugly sight
Despite the stink ,despite her fear
She battled with her fright.
Didn’t know the language
Didn’t know the style
But Jorgie was determined
To prosper with her child
When she reached the New World
She found cross country trains
And as she crossed the mighty land
She wracked her weary brain.
To organize a new life
And work the whole day long
She came up with a daring plan
She hoped she wasn’t wrong.
She jumped the train at Minot
She had a cousin there
She’d pay his wife to watch the babe
‘til she could raise him fair.
The cousin’s wife had lost her babes
She welcomed the small joy
Jorgie smiled and kissed him tho
Her heart ached for the boy.
She ventured West to logging camps
Set up her fire and pans
Cooked for Nordic loggers
The boldest of bold men.
========to be continued (too long for the site...sorry...)
Note: Jorgie : (pronounced Yor’ gee) was a nickname
Her name: Sena Jorgine Larsen

Oh, somewhere there is singing
Somewhere there is grace
Somewhere there is laughter
A smile on every face
But I am here to tell you
About a place so cold and drab
It makes you shiver violently
And dulls the joy you have
This place is not in the Heavens
It is not upon the land
It’s not over the oceans
And it’s hard to understand
As long as I walk the earth
It is always set apart
There’s nothing more mysterious
Than what’s in a woman’s heart
You think that you are pleasing
You think you do what’s right
But you never had a chance
You end up in a fight
So I tell all you poor men
Don’t even pretend to try
Just live your life and stumble on
And hope that soon you’ll die

Henry the Eighth,
A tempestuous Tudor Prince,
Six marriages,
All doomed to toss in the sea of fate.
The fair Spanish princess was first,
Wedded to the King of England,
She died alone and rejected,
Shut out of the warmth of his heart.
The temptress cometh,
A dark English maiden,
Seductively beautiful,
Her hold cannot last,
The tide swelled against her,
No male heir for England,
A silver sword stole her life.
Beautiful, far and modest,
Another English maid,
Destined to be the third Queen of England,
Succeeded where others couldn't
A son was born,
A mother and Queen fell,
Her shadow lingers in the palace still.
Fourth in line a German princess,
A Flander’s Mare the King pronounced,
Displeasing to his eye,
A marriage crumbles,
She lives to see another day.
A mischievous sprite,
Captures the eye of a King,
A voracious flirt,
She lost her head,
A fateful lesson learned and,
Paid for with her life.
Last in line,
A sweet and gentle woman,
She nursed him to the end.
His last breath was drawn,
A life snuffed out.
She lives to see,
His children inherit
A turbulent throne.
First the precious Prince Edward,
Then Bloody Mary,
Last in line- the Virgin Queen- Elizabeth.

Before we knew the one we know…. By: Steve Hudson
Once we were attracted to each other
Before we even knew each other,
Passion flowed through our bodies
Ready to ignite at the faintest glow,
Now we know each other
Time and circumstance has lulled our affections
Passion is reduced to a re-action that is never an action
The gravity of our reality takes form on aged bodies
The glow that once lightened up the fires in our room
Now frightens the idea of romance between the frigid bride and groom
Wouldn’t lovemaking be breathtaking if only we could see?
The one we knew, before we know, making that our reality.